Get off of my life woman,
You don't no love me no more.
Get off of my life woman,
You don't no love me no more.
Get off of my life.
You don't no love me, yeah.

Get off the ladder woman,
Got to climb up to the top.
Get off the ladder woman,
Got to climb up to the top.
Get off the ladder, yeah.
You don't love me, yeah.

Get off my eye teardrop,
You can't see your way 'round.
Get off my eye teardrop,
You can't see your way 'round.
Get off my life woman, yeah.

Get out, get out.
You don't love me,
I don't want you hangin' round, babe.
I don't want you no more.
Get out my life woman,
I...
Get off my life woman
I don't want you no more, yeah.
Get off my life,
I don't love you no more.
Get off my life woman,
I don't want you no more.

I am able
(Able.)
To buzz all night long.
(All night long.)
Yeah, I am able
(Able.)
To buzz all night long.
(Long, all night long.)
You hear me buzzin' baby.
Some stingin' goin' on.
(Ahhh...)

Well I'm a king bee.
(King bee.)
Want you to be my queen.
(Be my queen.)
I'm a king bee, girl.
(King bee.)
Want you to be my queen.
(Be my queen.)
Together we can make honey
The world have never seen.
(Seen...)

I got a stinger
Long as my right arm.
(My right arm.)
I got a stinger, baby
(Got a stinger.)
Long as my right arm.
(Long as my right arm.)
It's my love machine, baby.
It won't do you no harm.
(Yeah...)

Well I'm a king bee.
(Well I'm a king bee.)
Want you to be my queen.
(Want you to be my queen.)
Well I'm a king bee,
(Well I'm a king bee, king bee.)
Want you to be my queen.
(Be my queen.)
Together we can make honey
The world have never seen.

I was a young boy.
I was just about five.
I had a thing in my pocket,
I kept alive.

Now I'm a man.
I'm past twenty-one.
You know baby,
We have a lot of fun.

Yeah, I'm a man.
No boy.
Listen here.
What I'm sayin'.

I know
What's going down.
All you people,
Shut those discos down.

Well I'm a man.
And so are these other guys.
I got three men with me,
And they know where it's at.
Got some young studs.
And we're nothing but love
Everyday
And everyone.
We're grown up.
We're taking it on.

All you people,
Try holdin' on.
Come with us.
We'll take over the world.
We're gonna own it.
Make it like we want it.

You got to feel it in your hand.
You got to understand.
You got to come along.
I'm telling you to grow up fast.
I'm telling you to grow up now.
I'm telling ya you ain't no children.
I'm telling ya you're not little girls.
I'm telling ya you're not little boys.

You're men, don't you understand.
You're women, don't you understand.

You men and women.
Get together.
Hold your hands.
We're gonna take it over.
With a girl by your side.
And a woman has her man.
There's nothing they can't stop.

They own it, you own it.
How do you want it to be?
Do you like it the way it is?
You want to be something?
You want them to be good?
Want them to love?
You want all the things.
When I get high he tells me that.
I think I'm gonna love.

I want to touch you everyone.
I want to touch you down there.
I want to know you.
I want to feel you.
I want to feed you.
I want you to know me.
I want you to feel me.

And we're all right here.
What are we gonna do with it?
We're gonna ---
Are we gonna be something.
Or are we gonna let it fall apart.

Are we gonna let them take it?
Or are we gonna take it?
Are we gonna take it?
And make it something great, you know.
And make it something beautiful.
And make it what we want.
And make it something we need.

So you realize.
So you realize.
So you feel.
So you know the deal.
So you ---
So you feel the groove.
So you don't stop.

I'm telling you you're gods.
You people are gods.
You're all gods here.
We're all gods here.
We own the universe.
We own the stars.
We own the sky.
We own the world.
We own it all.
---
Come on let's get it.
Come on let's get it.

All deserters will be shot
At five o'clock tomorrow morning.
So get yourselves together
And quit messing around.

No more nonsense.

The assassination occurred
At three thirty.
No one was there to witness it.
Even the breviaries had left
Their tapestries on the window.
And we were all silenced
By the sad mildewed cloud
That followed around.

I wish I was back in the land of the,
Of the, uh, hmm...

You can't pin that one on me.
I didn't do a goddamn thing.
I was just standing there
Then a bunch of guys came up
And started laying all this shit on me.
Now what am I supposed to do?
I'm an American.
You can't touch me.

Did you know all nuns are forty-two,
And their eyes are blue?
Did you know all tablecloths
Are white in France?
Did you know women wear underpants?
Well they do.

How does a musician imitate
The sound of underpants sliding
Over a woman's thighs,
Down over her ankles,
And over her little toes,
And the rings on her toes,
And her unclipped toe nails.

Lightning struck the magic purse.

I didn't do a damn thing, man.
I was just standing there
In front of the delicatessen
And all these rabbis ran up
And a bunch of Indians
And freaks and monsters
And just started talking
In all these weird languages.
What could I say?

Hey I'm tired of being a freaky musician.
I want to be Napoleon.
Let's have some more wars around here.
What a stinking shitty little war
We have running over there.
Let's get a big one.
A real big one.
With a lot of killings and bombs and blood.

School days, school days
Good old-fashioned rule days.
School days, school days
Good old-fashion rule days.

Well I used to know someone fair.
She had orange ribbons in her hair.
She was such a trip,
She was hardly there.
But I loved her
Just the same.

There was rain in our window,
The FM set was ragged.
But she could talk, yeah
We learned to speak
And one year
Has gone by.

Such a long long road to seek it,
All we did was break and freak it.
We had all
That lovers ever had.
We just blew it,
And I'm not sad.

Well I'm mad,
And I'm bad.

And two years
Have gone by.
Now her world was bright orange,
And the fire glowed.
And her friend had a baby,
And she lived with us.
Yeah, we broke through the window.
Yeah, we knocked on the door.
Her phone would not answer,
Yeah, but she's still home.

Now her father has passed over,
And her sister is a star.
And her mother smokes diamonds,
And she sleeps out in the car.
Yeah, but she remembers Chicago.
The musicians and guitars
And grass by the lake
And people who laughed,
And made her poor heart ache.

Now we live down in the valley.
We work out on the farm.
We climb up to the mountains,
And everything's fine.
And I'm still here.
And you're still there.
And we're still around.

When I was just a little boy,
About the age of five.
I went to sleep,
I heard my momma and poppa talking.
She said,
"We got to stop that boy,
He's gettin' too far out,
He's goin' wild, yeah.
We gotta stop that child."

And I lay there listening,
Feeling bad.
You know, people
I was feeling bad.

Momma didn't like
The way I did my thing.
The old lady,
She didn't get with that thing.
But my daddy was a sailor,
Get his head around,
And he said,
"Boy you got to do it son,
Get yourself intact."
You gotta love, love, love, love
Love my baby tonight.

Let me tell you, baby
About the death of rock.
I used to be a boy
In my home block.
Used to feel alone
Then I heard some news,
Bunch of cats
Got the rockin' news.
You know I love my rock 'n' roll people.
You know we got some fun.
We gonna rock tonight,
Yeah c'mon!

Rock and roll is dead!
Rock and roll is dead!
Rock and roll is dead!
Must be something else instead.
You got to lay right down and
Die, die, die, die yeah.

It's all over, baby.
That's it.
We gotta go.
We had some good times,
But it's gone.
It's all over.

I got a few things on my chest,
And I gotta get them off.
Now listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.
Now I don't want to hear
No talk about no revolution.
And I swear to God
I don't want to hear
No talk about no constitution.
And in my frame of mind,
I am in no mood
For no talk about no
Cremation.

The only thing I'm interested in,
I wanna have a good time.
I don't wanna hear no talk
About no riots,
No demonstrations,
No calcitrations,
No impablermations.
There's only one thing I want to see,
That's some dancin'
We're gonna have some fun!
We're gonna have a good time!
Let's roll!

Yeah, wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Now listen here people!
I'm talkin' about
The death of rock and roll.
And who killed it.
I'm talkin' about the blues.
I'm talkin' about the news.
Have you heard, have you heard,
Have you heard the word?
Rock is dead.
Rock is dead.
Rock is dead.

Now I didn't want to be the one
To lay it on ya, sweetheart.
But I used to be a little fellow traveller.
I used to think we had the whole thing
Sewed up, momma.
Then I realized,
Rock and roll is dyin', baby.

I wanna see some fun.
I wanna see some hanging out.
I wanna see my people
Non-political,
Arithmetical,
Transcendental,
Irathamadental,
Coolambindang-bopalooka-nimbow.
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready to sing the blues, my baby?

Yeah,
I like it real slow,
I like it real bad,
I like to get myself together.
I love to hear you get undressed.
Naked woman,
Out of doors.
I don't care,
How loud you snore.
Sun go down,
Way out on the sea,
Here she comes,
Little girl, gonna set me free.

Now when I got home
I heard my daddy say,
"You want a little peace?
Do you want a little peace?
Do you want a little soul?
Do you want a little soul?
Do you want a little soul?"

I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help!
Help!
Help!
I'm dyin'!
I'm dyin'!
I'm dyin'!
I'm dyin'!
I'm dyin'!
I'm die, die...
Digga digga dooh dah, whoa!

It's over.
It's over.
It's over.

Have mercy!
Have mercy!
Have mercy on your poor son!

We had some good times.
We had a few good times.
But those good little times,
You know where they are?
They're absolutely, positively
Under the ground.
And...
As long as I got breath,
The death of rock
Is the death of me,
And rock is - dead!

When I was just a little boy,
About the age of five
I went to sleep,
I heard my mama and papa talking,
She said, "We got to stop that boy,
He's gettin too far out,
He's goin' wild yeah,
We gotta stop that child."

And I lay there listenin',
Feeling bad.
You know, people,
I was feeling bad.

Then my poppa started talkin'
He told that woman
Said, "He's got it in him, baby
He's got to do it
Got to get right on
He's got to doop, dop, dah."

And I felt good.
I felt so glad.
You know I started dancin'
In my bed, yeah, yeah come on.
Oww, come on.

Momma didn't like
The way I did my thing.
The old lady,
She didn't get with that thing.
But my daddy was a sailor,
Get his head around,
And he said,
"Boy you got to do it son,
Get yourself intact yeah."

Everything's all right.
You know the world's okay.
You know that life's so great.
You know we have some fun,
Gonna have some fun tonight.
Yeah, come on.

Let me tell you, baby
About the death of rock.
I used to be a boy
In my home block.
Used to feel alone.
Then I heard some news.
Bunch of cats got
The rockin' news, yeah.

Now I'm all out by myself
Feel so good and I feel so bad.
Yeah, come on.
Yeah, right.
Yeah I feel so bad.
You know I feel all right.
You know I love my rock 'n' roll people,
You know we got some fun,
We gonna rock tonight, yeah.
Come on.

Well the girl next door
She took off her drawers.
You know down in the sewer
You know she took it off.
I was such a lad.
Well I went down south.
Yeah, bah, beep, bah, bah.
Yeah, come on.
Oh, rock.
Rock.
Rock me, baby.
All night.
All day, yeah.
Rock me, baby.
Whoa.
Fuck my girl
At will.
Fuck my girl
At will.
Fuck my lady
She's gonna take a trip
Around the world.
Yeah, come on.

Rock and roll is dead.
Rock and roll is dead.
Rock and roll is dead.
Must be something else instead.
Rock and roll is dead.
Must be something else instead.

Well that's all right folks.
Now we had a real good time
But it's gotta end.
Tell all your friends,
We're gonna have some rockin' tonight.
You gotta rock with me, baby.
Rock with me, baby.
You gotta rock with me, darling.
Die with me, babe.
You got to lay right down and
Die, die, die, die yeah.
It's all over, baby.
That's it.
We gotta go.
We had some good times
But it's gone.
It's all over.

All right.
All right, All right, All right,
All right, All right, All right,
All right, All right, All right,
All right, All right.

Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

I want to talk to them little peoples.
Now I want to talk to them peoples
And I want to tell them how I feel.
I got a few things on my chest
And I gotta them off.

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Now listen, listen,
Listen, listen, listen.

Now I don't want to hear
No talk about no revolution.
And I swear to God I don't want to hear
No talk about no constitution.
And in my frame of mind
I am in no mood for no talk
About no cremation.
The only thing I'm interested in
And this is what I want to tell ya
And this is from the heart
Now what I'm talking about,

Now children,
Now this summer, baby
I want you to be out there in the park
Out there in the dark
I want you to have some summer
I want to see some dancin'
In the street
I want to see some prancin'
From the folks I meet
I want to have a good time
I don't want to hear no talk
About no riots
No demonstrations.
No calsitrations.
No inplabermations.
There's only one thing I wanna see.
That's some dancin'
We're gonna have some fun,
We're gonna have a good time.

Yeah, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Now listen here, people.
I'm not talkin' to you
About some revolution.
And I swear to you
I ain't talkin' about no constitution
I'm talkin' about
The death of rock 'n' roll.
And who killed it.
I'm talkin' about the blues.
I'm talkin' about the news.

Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Have you heard the word?
Rock is dead.
Rock is dead.
Rock is dead.

Now I didn't want to be the one
To lay it on ya, sweetheart.
But I used to be a little fellow traveller.
I used to listen to my radio.
I used to think we had the whole thing sewed up, momma.
Then I realized
Rock and roll is dying baby.

Now listen sweetheart,
I gonna talk to you
About no revolution.
I ain't gonna talk
About no constitution.
I ain't gonna talk
About anything we used to have.
I'm gonna talk about the summer comin'.

Now I like the way
You're looking baby.
Now I've been out there
And you can tell me babe.
I like to get myself together.

Yeah, I like it real slow
I like it real bad
I like to get myself together
I like to feel all right
I love to hear you cryin'
I like to hear you get yourself
Into a mighty fine mess.
I like to hear yourself,
You get undressed.
Naked woman,
Out of doors,
I don't care
How loud you snore.
All I wanna see
Is your little ass
Just wigglin' around, yeah.

Now when I got home
I heard my daddy say
You wanna get a little peace, honey
And my skin turned cold.
I heard my momma
The old lady say she gettin too old

You want a little peace?
Do you want a little peace?
Do you want a little soul?
Do you want a little soul?
Do you want a little soul?
Do you want a little ho, huh, huh, hey.

Yeah...

Don't do it.
Don't do it.
Don't do it.
Don't do it.
She moves me, babe.
Don't do it.
She moves me, yeah.
Don't do it.
Don't do it.
Don't do it.
Don't do it.

I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help, help, help,
I'm dyin'.
I'm dyin'.
I'm dyin'.
I'm dyin'.
I'm dyin'.
I'm die, die, diga, diga, doo, dah.
Whoo.

Aww...
Rock and roll
Rock and roll is dead.
We had some good times,
We had some fun.
We had some good times,
We had some fun.
It's over.
It's over.
It's over, oh.

Have mercy.
Have mercy.
Have mercy on your poor son.
Rock and roll.
We had some good times.
We used to rock around out
It's all over.
I feel so sad.
The girls used to take their clothes off
And expose themselves.
And the music played on.
And we had some good times.
But they're gone.
They're gone.
They're gone.
They're gone.
They're gone.
Now listen I'm not talking
About no revolution.
I swear to you I'm not talking
About no constitution.
I'm not talking
About no upside downs
Or inside out.
The only thing I'm gonna tell you about
We, we had some good times
We had some good times
We had a few good times
But those good times
All those good little times
You know where they are?
You know where they ended up?
Well they're gone.
They're absolutely
Positively under the ground
And they're -

Yeah I wanna talk
About a little good times.
Nothing special,
Just wanna sing along
Just as long as I got breath.
The death of rock
Is the death of me
And rock is
Dead!

Well, we're dead!
All right!

Yeah...
We used to talk about rock and roll.
We used to talk about the twist and the stroll. We used to talk about everything but
Rock is dead, baby.
Rock is dead.
Rock is dead.